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Post by InklingElf on Mar 14, 2004 17:43:32 GMT -5
I wrote this based on my observation of the Visual Arts class at my school...
Pastel
Still figures Hide behind mellow shadows Of grape Both varieties But still California-grown
A picnic basket Is followed by Balsamic Vinegar From Italy Reminds me of poplar trees lined up In June Mingled with the scent of pasta
Like the Olive-Garden commercial That airs now and then Although I’ve never actually tried it…
Strokes of pastel Are followed by fingers That smudge and blend Until the shadow cast by the last grape vine Is perfect
The canvas becomes a window With no frames But she, with a serious brow And wrinkled nose Remains unsatisfied.
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Post by InklingElf on Jan 22, 2004 18:42:54 GMT -5
Istawen: the last stanza makes me laugh ;D
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Post by InklingElf on Jan 11, 2004 17:35:18 GMT -5
awesome! very ballad-like
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Post by InklingElf on Jan 11, 2004 16:50:39 GMT -5
Interested in poetry? Write poetry? Post your compositions here (can be related to anything Middle-Earth)! I'll start it off with my favorite and most simple one:
Paragraph
I am a topic A sentence Comprised of thought, The earth’s axis Halting to a stop Thoughtless regiments Of grain and soap
My body Adorned with Meat and marrow Sentences no less than 5 lines A skeletal structure
I am a chain Link to the stream of organized information commas, colons, semi-colons Each punctuation To border the boundless sea
I am one A puzzle piece Jammed between The sidewalk, The vast expanse Of drying tar Asphalt between The cities
And a period The 4-way stop sign To yield to another
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Post by InklingElf on Jan 30, 2004 0:50:13 GMT -5
99 Red Balloons (as sung by john feldman - goldfinger) (originally by nena - 1984) (includes a verse from "99 luftballons" - also by nena)
You and i in a little toy shop Buy a bag of balloons with the money we've got Set them free at the break of dawn 'til one by one, they were gone Back at base, bugs in the software Flash the message, "something's out there" Floating in the summer sky 99 red balloons go by.
99 red balloons floating in the summer sky Panic bells, it's red alert There's something here from somewhere else The war machine springs to life Opens up one eager eye Focusing it on the sky As 99 red balloons go by.
99 decision street, 99 ministers meet To worry, worry, super-scurry Call out the troops now in a hurry This is what we've waited for This is it boys, this is war The president is on the line As 99 red balloons go by.
99 kriegsminister Streichholz und benzinkanister Hielten sich fuer schlaue leute Witterten schon fette beute Riefen: krieg und wollten macht Mann, wer haette das gedacht Dass es einmal soweit kommt Wegen 99 luftballons
99 dreams i have had In every one a red balloon It's all over and i'm standin' pretty In the dust that was a city If i could find a souvenier Just to prove the world was here... And here it is, a red balloon I think of you and let it go.
99 knights of the air Ride super-high-tech jet fighters Everyone's a silverhero Everyone's a captain kirk With orders to identify To clarify and classify Scramble in the summer sky As 99 red balloons go by.
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Post by InklingElf on Jan 30, 2004 0:42:44 GMT -5
Across the Universe
Words are flowing out like endless rain into a paper cup, They slither while they pass, they slip away across the universe Pools of sorrow, waves of joy are drifting through my open mind, Possessing and caressing me. Jai guru de va om Nothing's gonna change my world, Nothing's gonna change my world.
Images of broken light which dance before me like a million eyes, That call me on and on across the universe, Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a letter box they Tumble blindly as they make their way Across the universe Jai guru de va om Nothing's gonna change my world, Nothing's gonna change my world.
Sounds of laughter shades of earth are ringing Through my open views inviting and inciting me Limitless undying love which shines around me like a million suns, it calls me on and on Across the universe Jai guru de va om Nothing's gonna change my world, Nothing's gonna change my world.
(*This is actually a Beatles song but the Rufus Wainwright rendition is AWESOME)
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Post by InklingElf on Apr 17, 2004 12:51:14 GMT -5
Aha! I knew something was new -- really I didn't notice that you moved it at first No, it's alright I think I understand why you moved it -- thanks for letting me know Istawen!
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Post by InklingElf on Apr 16, 2004 18:17:15 GMT -5
Hollow would make sense -- I don't understand it myself. Perhaps I was in a dream state with Orwell's 1984 squat on my face, as my drool began to sog up the pages.........
Yeah I was in a dream-state.
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Post by InklingElf on Nov 4, 2003 23:36:29 GMT -5
Bar-Coded @ Birth
“The past was erased, the erasure forgotten, the lie became truth…”
Cut a hole through it Like woodcut names on fir trees
the erasure forgotten
to see where the rope ends the sidewalk ends and reality meets
scattered here scattered there
to my left an array of white kids black kids mixed kids the like
bar-coded @ birth
And to my right A group of white-washed Asian kids speaking French
the lie became truth
I felt the earth Beneath me Spin on its silent axis Candy on a stick
As Orwell continued On his political speech On the last days of 1984:
“Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows.”
The past was erased
As I slipped Into the doldrums of Time and space Sleep—cloak of night
I faced the Industrial streets Of San Francisco Awaited the afternoon commute
Stale-bread faces And hunch-back spines seemingly vertically aligned—but not so Beings Passive as they went
What with these hands? These ears? These eyes? To witness? For idle purpose?
What with this ghostly vessel? These moving lips? That utter no sound
A humble lyre But a beating drum In the deep
As I tread my way Back to the black sun Unkempt And ornamented False truth
Fate is like The sound of waves
Foreboding As the seraphim light Emanating from Lightly tinted windows The voice of a thousand angels From behind a shower door
There can be no mistaking it…
As I yielded to the thaw The soft touch of spring Finally made my realize how cold My cheek was
And the lie became truth once more
--InklingElf
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Post by InklingElf on Apr 16, 2004 18:14:17 GMT -5
This is so awesome -- given that I have memorized the original Veggie-Tales song etc. hehehe I'm such a freak. This is something to be etched in my hopeless brain as well
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Post by InklingElf on Aug 11, 2003 15:37:15 GMT -5
The Jewels of Valinor Prologue: The jewels of Valinor wield utter knowledge, wisdom, and above all power. They are named, Vilya, which means air, Narya, fire, and Nenya, water. The four corners of the universe had been fighting over them for millennia. Only the three immortal Lords of Valinor, or their descendants may wield and use them to their will. If these jewels fall on the wrongs hands, chaos will strike no matter what. Lord Ellesar Telcontar, the great king of the planet Arius, crafted the jewel Vilya. (Ellesar’s jewel was the greatest of the three) He used it to defend his people and to serve Illuvitar, a greater power in the heavens. He invented air and space ships that could travel from one galaxy to another. An age ago, Ellesar was able to save the people of the Old Earth from the destruction of a sun in the solar system in which they were living in. Now the people of Earth live in a hospitable elliptical galaxy, not far away. It was named Valinor, after his beloved warhorse. Ellesar’s horse was a special, chestnut colored steed, often sought after by other kings of the realm. Ellesar’s brother, King Cuivinien Haldirion, who ruled the cold planet of Isen, fashioned the fire jewel, Narya. This jewel served well in his land because it provided warmth and protection for his people. When the people of Earth were finally settled in Valinor, Cuivinien helped them in protection by inventing new weapons: Protonic Canons (These were used for long-range attacks and wars), and Radien-blades (This sort of sword is used for hand-to-hand combat, it may look like a normal blade but it has laser edges that can cut limb-from-limb in seconds). This came as no surprise because he was a master of war. The last jewel was made for their sister, Queen Luthien Tinuviel. She was the younger of the two and the fairest of her people. Luthien also ruled the small but peaceful planet, White Haven. She was wise and advised her brothers in time of need. For her profound counsel, they gave to her the white jewel, Nenya and crafted it into a pendant so the light would always glow. Luthien named the three jewels, Ainulindale, or ‘The three songs of Valinor’… These three planets revolved around a star, that she named, Galad, which means ‘great light’ But despite all this, a new evil grew. The Dark Lord Morgrim had come to take the Aiunir (short for Ainulindale). Morgrim’s lust for power was so great, that he challenged the two kings of Valinor into war. If he won, he would rule everything and take Queen Tinuviel as his bride. This new nemesis lived in a dark nebula, which he controlled, not far from the three planets. And much like the three lords, he was immortal and free from any ailment (Know that these immortal Lords can only be slain in battle or die of a broken heart). King Ellesar and Lord Cuivinien chose to fight. For 7 long years, a war of three armies fought endlessly until one lord, king Ellesar was slain by the hands of the Dark Lord himself, and also took the jewel, Vilya, taking his life and power away. Grieved by his brother’s death, Cuivinien wept with a deep sadness that echoed throughout the battlefield, which was drenched in blood. He fought Morgrim as hard as he could but was defeated. But instead of killing him, the Dark Lord swore an oath to spare his life and all that was dear to him on one condition. He would serve him in anything that he asks, that included being general in his new-formed army, and that he would let him wed Luthien. Cuivinien, breathing hard and fighting tears, agreed but wept. Soon the Dark Lord had conquered Valinor. The people’s hope faded. Surely no one could hinder the evil that had now corrupted the land. Surely. Hope may have faded in the eyes of men, but not in their hearts…Time passed, and as it did, reality became legend, and legend became myth. For 2,000 years the story of the Three Jewels, something that shouldn’t have been forgotten, was lost.
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Post by InklingElf on Aug 11, 2003 15:40:51 GMT -5
Alright, by the time you've finished reading the Prologue and this -- you won't be surprised about the scale of originality -_- lol. But it is a fan-fic -- with a dew drop of science fiction.
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Post by InklingElf on Aug 11, 2003 15:38:52 GMT -5
Chapter 1: In the Mind of a Prince ‘Lasto beth nîn, tolo dan na ngalad.’ Hear my voice, come back to the light. From the ashes a fire shall be woken, a light from the shadows shall spring; renewed shall be the blade that was broken, the crownless again shall be king. Whispers in the night. These same words echo in my head all the time. Why? I look at the time on the g-timer and find out it’s only 3:00 in the morning. My head hurts. To my right is my diary. No one writes in notebooks now-days but I find it comforting scribbling with my pen. I can actually hear myself think and contemplate. And it’s more fulfilling, when I write its seems so much like an important accomplishment because I did all the work, and not a computer… I write: Aprilius 16, 5038 Entry of Prince Glorfindel Valarion: I had another dream about the Voice. It sounded sweet but sad, or longing. It said words I couldn’t discern much, and the only thing I understood was that who-ever it was, was asking me to do something… The language must be some form of Quenian tongue, I must inform my teacher, Mithrandir. It’s very strange but I’ve been having this strange dream for so long, that I can’t even remember why I had it in the first place! …Finished. Now it’s 3: 22am, my eyes hurt; I need my rest for tomorrow. I hope I don’t have those bizarre dreams again. Chapter 2: The Lesson That morning, Glorfindel, the 13-year-old princeling strolled through the halls of the White Castle. The White Castle of Edoras is a tall white tower, centered by lush green orchards and gardens, and tall trees about 5 ft. in diameter and more than 500 ft. in height. He smelled the fresh air coming through the trees outside. He lived on the green planet of Edoras, far from any danger or evil of Valinor, the neighboring galaxy of Ithil, in which the green planet resides in. He advanced footstep, by footstep to the study, where Master Mithrandir was waiting. An old fellow with a lengthy white beard, cloaked in a white robe and a warm, but serious smile that silently meant “good morning” greeted him at the doorway. This was Mithrandir. “Shall we begin our lessons master?” “Yes, of course. Before we start, do you have any questions regarding anything, anything at all?” “Actually I do…” of course he did, but he didn’t know how to say it. “Well I don’t actually know any other way to say this but I’ll say it anyway…” “Go on,” “Last night I had a dream. Well, it was a bit dreamless, I couldn’t see anything in my mind, but I heard a voice. It said something like…” And he repeated the words the Voice had uttered. The discussion was held in silence until Glorfindel spoke again. “Master what does this mean and where is it from?” “I told you not to call me that. One is given a name for a reason, and you must call me by that name. And as for where the language of the Voice came from…” Another silence broke their conversation. “It is set in the high-tongue Quenian and…. Glorfindel, lad I think it’s time to tell you something important…” His face turned even more solemn “When you were born, you weren’t born here on Edoras; instead you were born on the White Planet of Valinor where the ancient tongue is spoken.” “Wait. Isn’t that a myth?” “No. It is not.” After this, Glorfindel grew quiet and listened intently to what Mithrandir said. “You know how the story goes, correct?” He nodded “When Morgrim, the Dark Lord took control over Valinor, he left the White Planet untouched, on one condition, that the nine Wards of the Dark Lord will watch over Queen Luthien and her planet. What he didn’t know, was that she secretly kept you in her watch and before the war of three armies broke, she sent you here to her friend, King Feanor.” “And…who are my parents?” “You are the son of the High King, Ellesar and Queen Celebrian. Remember, Queen Luthien had the ability to see things before they happened, and after all that was appalling in her visions, she saw you as the next High King of Valinor.” “And she sent me here to protect me?” “Correct.” “ And she did that, so the Dark Lord wouldn’t find me...?” “Exactly.” Glorfindel was in deep thought. All this for him, always him! It had to be of course because he was a prince. He thought about how he had been shielded from the truth all these years. Of course his uncle didn’t do this deliberately. King Feanor was a kind-hearted old man and never wanted to take advantage of anyone. “I always knew uncle Feanor was overprotective for a reason and this is it.” “He loves you dearly, like a son…. As I do.” Glorfindel loved hearing this, since he never knew his father “Glorfindel it is time. Follow me.” The prince nodded and understood. Once again they walked down the marble halls of the castle and entered the majestic throne room of King Feanor… Chapter 3:The Face of Destiny “Ahh, Glorfindel my favorite nephew. Good morning! And to you dear Mithrandir. How may I be of service?” Mithrandir approached first. “My Lord, we have come to discuss Glorfindel’s future.” After a few moments King Feanor understood and he too became even more solemn. “Yes… It is time” Then, Glorfindel approached the throne too. He tells King Feanor and Mithrandir: “Uncle, Mithrandir, I believe I should start now. I will go to Valinor and take back what is mine and my family’s. I love both of you and I’m sure you love me too but I have to fulfill my destiny… And it burdens me so…” Mithrandir puts his hand on Glorfindel’s shoulder. “Then we will be here to counsel you.” King Feanor nodded and rose. “Yes, you are ready. I always knew you were, ever since I laid my eyes on you. You are a born leader like your father.” Glorfindel stared at his feet. He didn’t want to believe it, but realized it was his duty. King Feanor clapped his hand. A beautifully crafted sword that lay beside a meticulously detailed sheath set on a silver tray was brought forward. “This sword is for you. May you use it in utter wisdom and knowledge so that it will aid you on your journey. “And…” Mithrandir adds “This is for you.” In his hand, he held a silvery-white material, so bright that it illuminated his face as he held it high. “May you treasure this cloak, that it will shield you from unfriendly eyes.” Glorfindel took the gifts and was surprised at how much confidence he had gained after he did. “…I give my greatest thanks to both of you.” He paused and resumed “I don’t know how to say it better but, thank you.” “No need” King Feanor says. “You will be the one we will thank once you have fulfilled your quest.” He smiles “You shall begin tonight.” He turned around to reveal his back “Take the civilian ship, Atlantis to Valinor. Don’t reveal yourself until you’re ready…” Glorfindel didn’t know what that meant. Ready. Ready for what? He would find out soon. “Always keep a low profile and make friends that you can trust, but be careful in doing this. There are not many friends in Valinor anymore,” He breathed a heavy sigh. “ Remember, discretion is the greater part of valor.” And with that king Feanor turned and weakly whispered his sad farewell. That night, Glorfindel took the civilian ship, Atlantis, bound for Valinor. This was his destiny. All he had to do is decide what to do with the time that was given to him.
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Post by InklingElf on Apr 23, 2003 16:09:53 GMT -5
hehehe-- I'm back:) and I just turned 14 on the 16th -- sorry I couldn't get beck to all of you -- I was prrty busy -- and still am because of the State Tests next week... I'll try to post as much as I can c-ya!
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Elvish
Jan 11, 2004 16:41:39 GMT -5
Post by InklingElf on Jan 11, 2004 16:41:39 GMT -5
While we're on the topic of elvish, is anyone part of/subscribed to Lambengolmor?
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